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DEFYING DESTINY
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-> Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x f!reader
-> Word count: 0.4K
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"Do you know why I chose to save you?" Geralt asked, his chest rising and falling quickly due to his accelerated breathing.
"Free labor?" You smirked up at him, trying to give an explanation to everything that was happening.
"No, little sweet. You've got a world in your eyes. You were never meant to be some noble's wife. You were meant to be free." Geralt admitted, his husky voice low and slow, so you knew he meant it.
Why he decided to do this, you still don't know. You were confused as he took you away from Lord Aildwuss and his castle. The way he didn't want any of the mages offering to him and chose you, was highly suspicious, but you accepted it as your fate anyway.
Geralt had never been one for grand romantic gestures. He was a man of few words, a Witcher who had long ago grown used to the solitary path he walked. But when you witnessed the way he took you far away from that castle, you knew he meant it.
The night was cool, the moon casting a gentle glow on the cobbled streets of the city. You had your freedom now, and that was thanks to him.
You turned to face Geralt, your eyes filled with gratitude and something more – a warmth that had been absent from your life for far too long. He could see the relief in your smile and the weight that had been lifted from your shoulders.
"Thank you, Geralt," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "I can't begin to express how grateful I am for what you've done."
Geralt simply nodded, his own gaze steady and reassuring. He wasn't one for flowery speeches or dramatic proclamations, but his actions spoke louder than any words. He had saved you, not for glory or riches, but because it was the right thing to do.
As you walked side by side through the streets, Geralt couldn't help but notice the newfound lightness in your step, the way your laughter rang out freely. It was a stark contrast to the life you had led as a pawn in the noble's games.
"I owe you everything," you said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you.
Geralt glanced at you and gave a small, rare smile. "No need for that," he replied. "Just promise me one thing – don't let anyone control your destiny again."
You nodded, determination in your eyes. "I won't, Geralt. I've tasted freedom, and I won't let it slip through my fingers."
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Auden: I will not stand for this!
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Wendy: you chose him?
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theprongspotter · 1 month
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Pandora: He was flirting with you!
Regulus: Yes? That’s what he does.
Pandora: And you don’t care?
Regulus: He doesn’t mean it. It’s fine.
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2soulscollide · 2 years
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BEST accounts to follow as a writer
It's been a long time since my last visit here on Tumblr, right? So, as a comeback and since you loved my masterpost of websites for writers, I am bringing you my favorite Tumblr blogs to follow if you're a writer and are interested in finding lots of inspo on your timeline, as well as prompts, tips, and useful resources. Shall we start?
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not all of the following accounts post things but they reblog useful info
@writing-with-olive
@tstrangeauthor
@everythingwritingg
@writerthreads
@heywriters
@thewritersphere
@writelively
PS: If you think your account fits any of these categories, feel free to comment! Someone will check it out!!! :D
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janeyseymour · 1 month
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Love Thy Neighbor
saw a prompt from @givethispromptatry
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So... here we are... as usual, not edited in the slightest and hoping it's alright!
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After your (not so amicable) split from your dirtbag of a husband, you packed your things and moved back to Philly. It was the city that held a special place in your heart, you knew the area like the back of your hand, and your parents still resided in the place that you grew up. It only made sense now that as a single mother to a six year old girl, you would move to be closer to your parents so they could help bear the load of being a working mom. Elizabeth, but you usually stuck with the nickname Ellie, was a rather easy child. But moving from across the country and leaving the life that she knew and loved behind was rather hard for her- and it was even harder knowing that Mom and Dad had split, and that Dad didn’t necessarily want anything to do with either of you anymore.
So, after about a month of living with your parents, making trips from Utah to Philly and back multiple times to gather all of your things from the house, show the house, sell the house, and deal with the divorce lawyers… the two of you have finally found a little apartment that should be an appropriate size for the two of you while still staying within your budget.
You had been granted full custody, not that your ex would fight you on that, but you also managed to get him to fork over a decent amount of child support- and you would need it. You still haven’t found a job in Philly, and while little jobs here and there were helpful (you mostly did DoorDash on your bike, Ellie’s bike trailer attached so you could bring her along and hold the food), you knew that you absolutely needed to find a job- and quick.
In between attempting to unpack all of your things, get Ellie settled, looking for a new job, and Doordashing, you haven’t been able to take a breath at all. You don’t even know who your neighbors are or what they look like. And you feel a little guilty at that, but none of them have stopped by to introduce themselves to you either. You remember though, that Philly folks aren’t nearly as kind as the people that you had surrounded yourself with in Utah… so them not introducing themselves to you isn’t the most unheard of thing in the world.
Today was brutal. You had signed Ellie up to start school next week, searched and applied for a few teaching jobs (one of which would be at your daughter’s school if you could land it), gone grocery shopping, and then done a nice load of Doordashing with your daughter in tow because your parents couldn’t watch her.
The little girl had missed out on the nap that she usually takes after a day at school, so she’s absolutely miserable the entire time that you bike around. You had tried to placate her by bringing along her iPad so she could watch videos while you navigated the city, but she wanted nothing to do with it. All she did the entire time was whine about the fact that she wanted to go home and cuddle.
After hours of delivering food, you’re satisfied with the amount of money that you made today.
“Okay, little love,” you turn and look at your daughter. “Are you ready for home?”
“I’ve been ready,” she grumbles, arms crossed and brows furrowed.
You give her a soft smile. “I know, sweet girl… but Momma has to make money so we can stay here.”
“Why can’t we just stay in Utah where I like it?”
You bite your lip. “I want to be closer to my parents, baby… and this way you get to see Gram and Pop more than you used to. I think if you give Philly a chance, you’ll learn to love it like I do.”
She huffs a little. 
Deciding that you probably aren’t going to get much more out of her, you turn and start biking in the direction of your apartment. As you’re doing so, you silently thank God that you’re in good shape. At least if anything comes out of this, your legs are going to look incredible.
You chain your bike to the bike stand in the garage of your apartment complex, only to remember that you had forgotten what you needed to make dinner tonight. With regret, you begin to unchain it- much to Ellie’s dismay.
“Momma!” she stomps her foot.
“I know,” you say softly, but you gesture for her to get back into her trailer.
“No!”
You take a shaky breath. You really don’t want to have to put up with a trademarked Ellie tantrum, but it seems that’s what is in store for you tonight. “Love bug, please. We just have to go to the store, and then we can come home, I’ll make dinner, and we can cuddle.”
“I want to cuddle now!”
“Well, we have to fill that belly of yours with food first,” you poke her stomach gently, trying to elicit a giggle out of the little girl. 
It absolutely does the opposite of that. She bats your hand away, and you raise an eyebrow before standing back up straight. “Ellie, you know we do not try to hit.”
“I don’t care,” she tells you defiantly.
A redhead that lives in the building comes into the garage, eyeing you and your child. You hope she isn’t judging you for the fit your child is currently in the middle of having. She climbs into her car and rolls down her windows, but she doesn’t quite pull out yet. She glances at her phone instead.
You blow out a breath, eyes closed and trying to ground yourself, before looking at her again. “Elizabeth, we need to get food for dinner. All you have to do is sit in your trailer while I bike us to the store.”
“Why can’t I stay home?!”
“Because you are six and too little to stay home by yourself.”
“This isn’t home!” you daughter stomps her foot and bursts into tears.
The woman that lives in your complex is still sitting in her car, and you know she can hear your daughter’s and your words. Why hasn’t she pulled out yet?
You soften immediately, crouching back down and opening your arms for her to hug you if she needs to. She does. She immediately curls into your arms and clings to you. “I know, love bug. I know it doesn’t feel like home right now… but no matter what, Momma can’t leave you in the apartment alone. So, I need you to get into your trailer so we can head to the store. The faster we get there, the faster we can come back and curl up on the couch together, okay?”
Your daughter clings to you a little tighter, but you feel her nod into your shoulder.
The woman pulls out of her spot and gives you and your daughter a small wave as she drives past. 
You hold your little girl until she begins to pull away, and then you wipe her tears with the pads of your thumbs. “I love you, Ellie.”
She climbs back into her seat before mumbling back the same sentiment.
You’re able to do your quick run to the grocery store, and Ellie refuses to walk but also refuses to sit in the cart like she usually does. So, you carry her on your hip the entirety of your walk through the aisles. As you’re strolling up and down, you see the redhead that you had seen in the garage earlier, and she gives you a questioning look at the sight of you carrying your daughter when she could be in the cart that you’re pushing along.
You just give her a little shrug and continue on your way. Ellie is getting heavier and heavier by the minute though, so you pick up the pace and are out of the store.
You make your way back to the complex, bags around your arms and in the trailer with your daughter. When you lock your bike to the rack, you look in, and the little girl is fast asleep. Shit.
“Ellie,” you crouch down and whisper. “Sweetheart, we’re back. You have to wake up and carry the bread and juice in for me.”
The little girl stirs slightly before repositioning herself and closing her eyes again.
“Baby girl,” you say softly. “Please wake up for Momma.”
You see headlights, and the car that has the redheaded woman in it pulls in. Great. You get to make a fool out of yourself in front of her yet again.
Not being able to hide your stress, you decide to grab a few of the lighter bags, put them on your arms, and then wiggle Ellie out of the trailer. She’s asleep on your shoulder as soon as she’s in your hold. You silently take a moment to pray that your produce won’t get stolen in the few minutes it will take you to get Ellie upstairs before making your way into the building.
The elevator is broken. Of course it is. So you’re forced to carry three bags of groceries and your six year old daughter up four flights of steps. By the end of it, you’re wheezing. You manage to unlock your door before gently setting her on the couch. With a sigh and a wipe of your now sweaty brow, you lock the door behind you and begin to head down to get the rest of your groceries.
There’s that woman again… and she lives in the apartment across the hall. You give her a friendly nod of the head and a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes before you continue your trek back down.
After your second trip up, your body is entirely exhausted. You hardly have it in you to cook dinner, but you dragged Ellie out, so you have to make the meal.
You’re able to wake her with the scent of her favorite meal, but as soon as she’s finished, she’s curling up against you and falling asleep.
After your daughter lays on top of you for quite some time, you know you have to put her in her own room. So, you silently make your way into her bedroom and tuck her in. With a quick kiss to the forehead and a soft “I love you”, you make your way back out to the kitchen.
Ellie is out for the night- she was exhausted halfway through your DoorDash shift- so you grab a glass and fill it with wine. The sweet drink helps to melt away some of the stress as you clean the dishes and settle on the couch for some much needed adult time.
That time is interrupted though when you hear a few rough knocks rattling your apartment. Instinctively, you grab the baseball bat that you keep behind the couch and make your way to the door.
Who the hell could be at your door at this hour? You don’t know anyone here, it wouldn’t be your parents… Could it be your ex-husband? No. He’s out in California with the woman he was cheating on you with. So who the hell is it?
“Who is it?” you yell, gripping the bat so tightly your knuckles turn white.
“You the woman that just moved in?” a gruff voice calls back.
You move a bit closer as you call, “What’s it to you?!”
“Saw you have a kid. Was wondering if you needed help with anything. You look real stressed.”
At that, you move closer to the door and glance out the peephole. It’s the woman that you ran into in the garage and at the grocery store. You open the door just slightly, still unsure of her.
“I ain’t gonna bite,” she teases. “You looked really stressed, so I thought I’d come over, introduce myself, and see if you needed any help.”
You lessen the grip on your bat as you open the door a little further. You take in the woman’s full appearance now that you aren’t trying to calm your daughter and aren’t terrified of being mugged. She’s… she’s really pretty.
You don’t realize that you haven’t say anything back until she’s waving a hand in front of your face. “Hello?”
You shake your head to bring yourself back to the present. “Hi. Sorry… today’s just been… a lot.”
“I could gather that. Can I help?”
You shrug. “I think I’m good at the moment, but I appreciate it.”
“Well,” the redhead purses her lips. “You ever need anything, I’m just across the hall.” 
She turns to walk back to her apartment, but she stops when you call a gentle, “Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“I uh, never got your name,” you say quietly.
“Schemmenti. Melissa.”
“Nice to meet you,” you smile at her. “I’m Y/N, and the little girl you saw me with is my daughter, Ellie.”
She looks at you thoughtfully before nodding. She heads back to her apartment after that.
You run into her a lot in the following few days after that encounter. She sees you haul Ellie with you pretty much everywhere, and she has quite a few questions that she just can’t seem to work out on her own. So, one day after you’ve brought up Ellie and the groceries, she can’t help but knock on your door.
“Who is it?” you call, not bothering to move from your place on the couch with your daughter.
“Melissa,” the familiar voice calls back.
You sigh before making your way over to the door. “Hey. What’s up?”
“Just checkin’ in on you,” the redhead says. “I saw you hauling up Ellie and your groceries.”
“All good,” you chuckle. “Just about to make dinner for the two of us.”
“You haven’t had dinner yet?” She looks concerned.
“About to get the microwave pasta going now,” you admit sheepishly. “I was gonna have it made earlier, but El decided that she would die without Momma cuddles… and who am I to deny my sweet girl of such a request?”
“When’s her bedtime?”
“In about an hour,” you tell her. “Why?”
“Let me make youse two dinner,” she offers. “I’m a damn good cook, and I can make a pasta dish way better than the packaged sh-stuff.”
“Oh,” you say softly. “You don’t have to do that.”
“No, please,” she argues gently. “I insist.”
“O-oh,” you rub your collarbone nervously. “Are you sure?”
“I haven’t had dinner either,” she lies through her teeth. “So let me make us all a meal while you relax and hold your daughter.”
You finally manage to nod- she does not seem like the type of woman who would lose an argument.
“Just give me a couple minutes to gather some ingredients, and I’ll come back over?”
You smile in lieu of an answer. You close the door gently once she’s back in her apartment before making your way to Ellie.
“Sweet girl, our neighbor, Miss Melissa is coming over for dinner tonight. Can you be the polite little girl I raised?”
She nods, but she reaches for you. You pull her into your lap and hold her close until the redhead knocks on your door again. You pull yourself and your daughter off the couch to go open the door.
In her arms are a few different cans, some produce, and pasta that has clearly been homemade.
“Baby,” you tease the ends of you daughter’s locks gently. “This is Miss Melissa. Can you say hi to her for me?”
“H-hi,” Ellie manages to squeak out. “You’re really pretty.”
Melissa smiles at her, and when she speaks her voice has turned to butter. It’s much softer than when she’s speaking to you. “Thank you, hun. I’m Melissa. It’s so nice to meet you, Ellie.”
“How do you know my name?”
“I’ve been talking to your momma,” the woman chuckles gently.
The little girl’s lips form into an ‘O’ shape, and you can’t help the gentle kiss that you plant on her temple.
“Miss Melissa is going to make us dinner,” you tell your daughter softly. “Does that sound alright?”
She nods against your neck.
“I’m gonna make spaghetti,” the redhead tells Ellie. “That sound okay?”
“You might become her new favorite person,” you joke. “Little girl eats so many noodles, she’s gonna turn into one someday.”
You girl giggles against you. “Nah uh,” she scrunches her nose and makes a funny face at you. “That’s not possible, Momma.”
“I know, my love. I’m just teasing,” you chuckle before returning your attention to the woman in your doorway. “Well, come in, come in. Make yourself at home.”
She carries her things to the kitchen before starting her prep. The way that she gets everything done so efficiently is mind blowing to you, and you can’t help but watch in awe as you continue to hold Ellie.
“Sit down, hun,” Melissa instructs softly as she stirs her sauce. “Take a load off. I got this.”
“Are you sure you don’t want any help? Maybe a glass of wine for your troubles?”
“I won’t say no to a glass, but you absolutely are not helping. I got it.”
You pour her a glass and offer it to her before quietly sitting down and continuing to watch as she makes her way through your kitchen effortlessly.
Dinner is placed in front of you before you know it, and Ellie is nearly wiggling with glee at the plate in front of her. She dives in, and her eyes light up.
“This is so yummy!” your little girl cheers as she takes another forkful to her mouth.
“I’m glad you like it, sweetheart,” Melissa smiles. She gestures for you to take a bite as well, and when you do, you can’t help the small sigh that comes out of your mouth.
“Wow,” you say softly. “This is… incredible.”
“Thanks,” she chuckles as she take a bite of her own creation. “It’s a family recipe.”
Dinner is pleasant. The woman does her best to ask Ellie all about herself, to which your little girl answers delightfully. She’s even able to ask Melissa a few questions of her own. But once her plate is cleared, Ellie climbs into your lap and lets out a yawn as she fiddles with the chain around your neck.
“Is my little girl tired?” you coo softly.
She nods against you.
“Why don’t you start getting ready for bed, sweetness? Momma will be in in a few minutes to say goodnight,” you tell her. She nods again. “Well, off you go. But first, what do you say to Miss Melissa?”
“Thank you,” your daughter smiles brightly before climbing off your lap. Surprisingly, she makes her way over to the redhead’s side of the table and hugs her. Melissa wraps her arms around the little girl gently.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Get some good sleep tonight, yeah?”
Ellie nods before wandering down the hall to get to her bedroom, leaving you with Melissa.
“Thank you for dinner tonight,” you say softly.
“Any time.”
“No, seriously. I usually cook, but I was not feeling it tonight. So, thank you.”
“I’m sure. I saw you biking all around today, starting with this morning when I was heading to work and ending with you coming back from the store.”
“Yeah,” you sigh. “I’m a busy woman.”
“Where are you always biking anyway?”
“I’m in between jobs at the moment, so I’ve just been DoorDashing with El until she starts school next week,” you sigh. “Hopefully I get a job soon… I need all the money I can get to keep this place and give El everything she needs or wants.”
“You’re doing great,” Melissa tells you honestly. “She adores you.”
“She likes you too,” you say quietly. “You’re really good with her.”
“Well, I have some experience with children,” she chuckles quietly. “I guess I should head out so you can get the little one to bed and get some sleep yourself, but I’ll see you around?”
“Next time, dinner’s on me,” you tell her.
“We’ll see about that one,” she laughs as she heads for the door. “If you need anything, don’t be afraid to holler.”
“Thank you, Melissa. Goodnight.”
You see her out, and as you close the door behind her, you sigh. You lean against it for a second, a little confused with the way you’re feeling after this diiner. 
Maybe this new neighbor will become a close friend of yours… maybe something else. Only time will tell. But for now, you have to get back to your daughter. 
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klarolinexluv · 21 days
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Regulus: You what?
Sirius: I adopted some kids!
Regulus: who let you have kids?
Sirius: No one? I found them in the woods. They're mine now.
Regulus:
James:
Remus: fuck-
@givethispromptatry
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jhdanes · 2 months
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When you are both just psychopaths, but love each other for more then just the chaos XD Jack Spicer x Aarav (oc) in his human form :) prompt from @givethispromptatry
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rogueshadeaux · 1 year
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PS: Go follow @givethispromptatry if you’re in a writers block! They’re awesome and I regularly browse their stuff to at least unrust these cogs in my mind.
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bucky-barmes · 1 year
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♥︎ Platonic Soul Mates ♥︎
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bob floyd x gnc!reader
in which you finally meet bob's friends in Miramar
created off of this prompt from @givethispromptatry
never thought i would be one to read let alone write anything for bob floyd, but here we are and i adore him
word count: 1,599 words
contains: general fluffiness, seresin being a shithead (whats new), reader mildly threatening someone but all in good faith, just nice wholesome gentle fluff
As always, my blog is 18+ only, minors dni
[ all my work is my own and not to be reposted or translated anywhere else ]
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To say you were nervous was an understatement. You and Robert Floyd went way back. Like way back. We’re talking all the way back to kindergarten. You knew the second you saw the bigger kids picking on him in the playground that you would be there to stand up for him.
From that first time you shoved the bigger boys away from him and stood between them and him, Bob Floyd knew he would always be friends with you. Forever.
And you both stuck three to your 4 year old selves promises. All throughout your school years, you were side by side, ready to take on the world together.
It wasn’t until Bob left for the Naval Academy that you truly separated. You hated to admit it, but it made you feel like a lost puppy, heading off to college without your best friend, your partner in crime. It was like you had to learn how to function all over again. It was so foreign, doing things you would have normally done with Bob, all by yourself or with other people. Like moving into your college dorm.
Nevertheless, life continued on and you learned how to live without him. The two of you talked as much as your schedules allowed, and you were present for each other’s graduations. He had to pull some strings to get the leave, but Bob would have done anything humanly possible to see you on your big day, even leaving base without permission if he had to. You were his best girl, and nothing was more important than the precious and now limited time he got to spend with you.
And that’s how you ended up here, at Miramar, AKA Fightertown, staying with Bob on base for two months.
After the Dagger teams’ success with the Uranium bunker bombing, they were all able to remain on base to rest and recuperate. Along with this, they were able to invite one person onto base to spend time with for the duration. Immediately, you were Bob’s choice, no questions asked. At this point, it had been years since you had seen each other and you both were feeling it. You were more than best friends, you were soulmates. Those two people that are just destined to be in each other’s lives forever. Two peas in a pod.
“Bobby!” Your high pitch squeal could be heard through the outside rec ground as you dropped your bags and sprinted towards your best friend. Everyone was staring dumbfounded as Bob wrapped his arms around your waist instinctively when you wrapped yours around his neck, lifting you off the ground and spinning the two of you around. Your legs had automatically wrapped around his waist and you stayed like that for what felt like hours, your head nestled in his neck, but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. Neither of you feeling the burning stares from Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw and the other Dagger teammates. All of them staring in utter shock. This was not what they expected in the slightest when Bob had told them about his friend from home coming to visit.
“Well, well, well, good ol’ Bob does have game.” Seresin smirked as he sauntered over to the two of you, bringing you both back to reality. Bob gently but quickly dropped you from his tight grip, hand flying up to the back of his neck to scratch shyly. The rest of the group made their way over behind Jake, everyone equally as curious, just trying the more subtle approach.
“Are these your friends, Bobby?” You turn to beam up at him after giving the group a once over. God he missed your smile, and he automatically mirrored it back at you. "Hi, y/n! You're new here, right! Let me present you some of my... Uh well I guess I can call that a family." Bob gestured awkwardly to the group standing before them. There was an unspoken understanding that after the events of the Uranium bunker mission, the group was now more than just a team, they were a slightly dysfunctional, makeshift family. And it worked.
“We’ve got Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw, Natasha Trace, Mickey Garcia, Javy Machado and Reuben Fitch. The others are… around somewhere.” He smiled at you sheepishly. “Guys, this is y/n, my best friend.” You felt your cheeks grow warm as everyone was staring at you, some eyeing you up more than others.
“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, y/n.” Jake reached out his hand, smirking harder than before if that was even possible. He brought your hand to his lips and placed a kiss to your knuckles, making you blush even harder.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Hangman.” “All good things I hope.”
You could sense Bob stiffen next to you and you nudged his shoulder with yours. “How could you keep a girl like this a secret from us, Bobby?” “Don’t call me that.” Bob’s teeth gritted together at the sound of Jake using your nickname for him, you chuckled at his reaction.
“Sorry, Hangman, that name’s reserved for me only.” Jake raised his arms up in surrender, but something told you it would definitely come up again in future.
“So, how do you two know each other?” Bradley’s eyes shifted between the two of you. There was certainly a stark difference between you. Bob and his famous shy and reserved personality, he was always one to keep a low profile and never get involved in a fight let alone start one. And there was definitely a look about him that was the total opposite of you.
You, on the other hand, were loud and in your face, never afraid to start a fight if necessary, hence how the two of you became friends. And there was no doubt about it, you were beautiful. Conventionally attractive, yes, but there was something about you that just lit up a room no matter what the energy was before. You radiated pure and unadulterated joy.
Except for when you didn’t. And only Bob knew the true gravity of a situation when you were anything but your joyous self.
“We grew up in the same town.” You spoke for the both of you, noticing Bob was too lost in his thoughts to answer Bradley.
“Met the first day of kindergarten, and the rest is history.” The group eyed you both again as you stared up at him with nothing short of adoration, him staring right back at you, a lopsided grin spread across his lips.
“Ah, childhood sweethearts, how sweet.” Jake had a shit eating grin plastered on his features, knowing full well that you weren’t dating, he was just trying to get a rise out of Bob. Which worked, Bob went bright red, hand flying up to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck again.
“What? No we’re not-“ “We’re not dating.” You interjected, finishing his sentence that he was probably never going to get out.
“Just friends.” Bob added sheepishly.
“Oops, my bad.” Jake held his arms up in mock innocence. “Anywho, I’m not sure about the rest of you, but I’m ready for some grub.” The rest of the group all nodded in unison, mumbling some form of affirmation.
Bob had jogged back to where you dropped your bags, carrying them inside for you.
You trailed behind him, spying Natasha hanging at the back of the group.
“So, you’re the famous Phoenix I’ve heard so much about.” Slowing your pace to walk beside her, you eyed her.
“Should I be scared?” She mimicked your movements, eyeing you, only hers held a note of nervousness.
“Mostly good things,” you offered her a small tight lipped smile. “But I heard about that training mission.” Phoenix’s face dropped, not sure where this could possibly be going. She’d only just met you, Bob’s best friend, and she’d already ruined it.
“If he gets hurt, I’ll kill you.” You stopped in your tracks, deadpan as you spoke and there’s a beat of silence. Then another. You couldn’t see it, but Phoenix was sweating. When she heard her WSO’s friend was coming to visit, she couldn’t wait to meet her. Now she wasn’t so sure.
Until, you cracked a grin, nudging her with your elbow. “It’s my job after all, as his best friend and personal bodyguard.”
The sigh of relief Phoenix let out was definitely audible enough for you to hear, deciding ignoring it was best after the stunt you just pulled.
“I’m just glad you brought him back safe from that mission.” Your eyes wandered to Bob’s retreating form, smiling softly. You could see just from the way he walked how comfortable he was with his team.
“So am I, so am I.” Phoenix reassured you, a knowing smile playing at her lips as she watched the way you looked at your best friend. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Bob was pretty reserved with what he let on about you to the rest of the team, but he’s told me a lot about you, too.”
“Oh really, only good things I hope?” You smirked at her as the two of you started your walk back into the rec hall inside, getting to know each other along the way.
You didn’t notice it, but Bob was watching the two of you from the doorway, a content smile on his face as two of his closest friends were finally able to meet. He already knew that this was going to be the best two months he’s had in a long time.
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Dark Faerie: I like your nails! Air Faerie: Thanks! I was born with them! Dark Faerie: I was talking about your nail polish…
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Lady Briwal: Give up.
Lady Briwal: You’re all alone.
Lady Briwal: Not even your precious ‘found family’ can help you this time!
Lawson: Are you sure about that?
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fandomlovingfreak · 2 years
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Why Can’t This Be Love (1/2)
Eddie Munson x F!Reader
Rating: SFW (no lemon)
Includes: Enemies to Lovers, Upside Down
Word Count: 1234
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Summary: Two Part Story!
"I bet you they'll end up confessing their feelings for each other by the end of this." "Doubtful. Eddie's been a total dick to her the entire time. Even when she's helping him, he's a jerk."
Disclaimer: I do not own Eddie Munson or the Stranger Things universe. This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.
Notes: Inspired by prompts by @givethispromptatry 
(great prompts btw they really did get me excited to write!)
Enjoy
Steve and Robin watch as the two animatedly argue over... well, practically any and everything they can.
"They're cute," Robin says as (y/n) smacks her hand against Eddie's chest, yelling at him about something.
"They're ridiculous," Steve says, kicking a rock.
"I bet you they'll end up confessing their feelings for each other by the end of this."
"Doubtful. Eddie's been a total dick to her the entire time. Even when she's helping him, he's a jerk."
Robin shrugs, "He's just... bad at this. Tell me, can you remember Eddie Munson dating anyone in High School? Cause I can't. But, I do know what pining looks like, and that," Robin nods towards Eddie, who is watching (y/n) stomp off, a bewildered but interested look on his face, "is some serious pining."
Steve makes a sound in the back of his throat, "Whatever you say, Buckley. I've known (y/n) for ages. She isn't into guys like Eddie."
Robin turns towards her best friend, eyebrows raised in disbelief, "You're kidding. She's just as obsessed with him as he is obsessed with her."
"No way," Steve frowns, "She doesn't seem to like him at all."
"She's obsessed. Trust me."
"Why don't we make a friendly wager?"
Robin scoffs, "A wager?"
"If you're right, and somehow miraculously, (y/n) and Eddie end up together--"
"Confess their feelings. I never said anything about them dating!"
"Fine, confess their feelings," he says in a girlish voice, "I'll do your shifts at Family Video for a whole week, still collecting your check for you. If I'm right and she wants nothing to do with the greasy son-of-a-bitch, you do my shifts for the week, Deal?"
Robin thinks it over for a moment before sticking her hand out to him, "You've got a deal, Dingus."
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The bastard is yelling after me. Does he not know when to give up? Eddie Munson wants so badly to be the hero, the leader, but when it comes to solving the problems and finding solutions to the very large problems we're facing against this-- Vecna creature, he's a total dud!
And most infuriating of all things he's done, he questions my judgment. At first, I tried to be understanding. The poor guy had seen the Queen of Hawkins turn into a human pretzel, for Christ's sake.
But, being sympathetic to Hellfire's little "leader" was starting to become a real pain in the ass.
"I'm not doing this right now, Munson!" I yell back, trying to put some distance between us before I ripped his stupid head off.
Since we willingly went back into the Upside Down, he's somehow become worse. It's starting to get on my nerves that he won't let me out of his sight, telling me how dangerous everything I solution I suggest is.
He doesn't know you fought Demogorgons and the massive Mind Flayer in the mall last summer, I try to remind myself as I sit behind the Upside Down's version of a Ford Escort. He's probably overwhelmed, and being an obnoxious ass was his way of coping with the truth that an alternate reality exists... and he's currently walking through that alternate dimension.
I bump the back of my head against the rusted car door, feeling like an ass myself for screaming at him. To be fair to myself, I was overwhelmed too... Not every day do you get trapped in an alternate dimension that parallels your own with your friends and the guy you've secretly had a crush on for years.
Eddie was a year older than Steve and I, not that you'd know it since we'd graduated and he's still in high school. Everyone at Hawkins High knew he was a freak, including me. The guy who created a club specifically for the losers wasn't popular with the popular kids and the jocks, no-brainer.
Unfortunately for my crush, Steve and I ran with jocks, with the kids who spent Fridays at parties getting blackout drunk on cheap vodka. Hellfire and the jocks didn't-- well, didn't mix.
But damnit, despite being able to secure a date with any guy I wanted, I only seemed to notice him.
The bad-boy, forbidden fruit sort of guy, was appealing to me. Maybe it was because he so didn't want anything to do with me, or maybe it was because I knew being involved with him would freak everyone out, and that was exciting.
The want to rebel against dating the Basketball captain, blond ken-dolls, wasn't the only thing that drew me to Eddie Munson. He was fucking hot, and no one else seemed to realize it.
Which was equally fine with me as he was more obtainable then, but also frustrating because no girls gossiped about him like they did Steve and other boys. I never once saw his name written on the bathroom stalls with little hearts or heard girls giggling around the sinks about his stupid long hair like they did with Steve. It made me more self-conscious to think Eddie was cute when no one thought so, so I kept it to myself. Not even Steve knew about my crush on Eddie Munson. He would've thought I was certifiable for being attracted to Eddie of all people, which is exactly why I never confessed anything of the sort to my friend.
A ripping sound unlike anything I've ever heard comes from the sky. I look up, eyes widening at what's happening to the space above. The dull grey and reds of the Upside Down sky has torn, a new, blood-red gash floating across the sky. I've seen a lot of weird shit since El stumbled into our lives, but this... this is new.
"Holy shit--!" I hear Steve yell from somewhere behind me. The gash starts to expand, glowing orange through the crepey layer of skin that hasn't yet broken. Slowly but menacingly, that thin layer of... whatever this is, begins to rip with the tension of the tearing sky.
Suddenly, it's like the worlds gone silent, the gash opening completely, the dark figure we've only imagined seemingly appearing from nowhere.
The silence, I realize, isn't silence at all as it ceases, but an intense, otherworldly scream. My ears ring with the aftershock of the gash in the sky opening.
Holy motherfucking shitballs-- this was nothing like anything we've faced.
I exhale hard, my entire system in shock from everything that's transpired in the last minute or so. The figure, covered in dark and sinewy thick burnt ropes of flesh, turns towards me. If I had been frightened by the back of the figure's body, I'm fucking terrified of his front.
"Oh fuck--" I whisper to myself as the creature takes a slow step towards me. Sharp rocks and broken glass rip at the palms of my hand as I scramble to stand and run back towards my friends.
"(y/l/n)," Eddie's voice rips through my building terror. His hands feel solid against my arms as he hauls me up to my feet. "Oh, Jesus Christ-- what the fuck is that?" The distress in his voice would be funny if we weren't about to be annihilated by a demon without a nose.
Instead of answering him, I take action, grabbing his hand and running like hell back in the direction we came from. Hell no, am I letting a noseless freak murder us.
To be continued...
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ihatecoconut · 2 years
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Probably
“What’s your super power?”
“Putting up with heroes’ shit, my guy.” Despite the claim, he looked incredibly relaxed, stretched out across the couch, basking in the sun, feet propped up on the arm.
“I’m a girl.” She muttered in reply, folding her arms across her chest. No one else was paying attention to them, all absorbed in whatever board games, card games, computer games they were doing.
He opened his eyes and blinked up at her, smiling crookedly. “So you are.” He swung his legs around, leaving a space and patted it, “sit down kid, c’mon.”
Carefully, she sunk down, brushing her skirt under her legs like she had always seen the girls at school do. It was still an odd feeling, loose fabric brushing against the back of her legs, but one that raised a bubbly happy feeling in her chest.
“Ya new?” The guy asked, resettling himself to return to basking in the sun, despite her presence.
“Yeah. I just… yeah, today.”
He peered at her through half-closed eye lids. “You don’t have to share what happened to you, but know that everyone here has a sob story and we get it.”
“Thanks.”
“So, what’s yours?”
“What?”
“Super power, kid, keep up.” He softened the harsher words with a smile, soft and crinkled around his eyes.
“Oh,” the immediate response was to deny, no. No super powers here, nothing of note, but it was safe here, and she’d already asked him the question…
“Hey,” he leaned forwards again, catching her eye, “you don’t have to tell me. You don’t have to tell anyone anything if you don’t want to.”
“Won’t they get mad?” She hated how small her voice came out, pathetic and begging for reassurance.
He shook his head. “No, like I said, we’ve all got sob stories. No one ends up here if they grew up confident in themselves and their abilities.”
“It’s probability bending.”
He leaned back again, leaving her the space to let out a shuddering breath. She’d never said it out loud before, never felt comfortable enough to express what she’d always known, really.
“That’s pretty cool.”
Against her will, her head snapped around to look at him. “Really?”
“Yeah, I haven’t heard that one before. You’re gonna need a badass name to go with it.”
“My parents called me…” she paused, wondering how much this man could accept, “it was a boy’s name.”
“Ew.”
His deadpan startled a laugh out of her, one that she went to catch, shove back into her mouth when he caught her wrist gently and lowered it.
“Always let your laughter out, ok?”
“Ok.”
“How’s about Coin? For your name?”
“Coin.” She rolled the name around in her mouth, a bright sound, it remined her of the sound of one hitting the ground, bouncing on concrete.
“Y’know, because you can control which side they land on.” He paused. “Probably. I mean, probability.”
She smiled at the floor. “I’d say the probability on that is high.”
He laughed, easing himself out of the chair. “C’mon, let’s go hijack their card game, see if you can help us win.”
Based on the prompt in bold by @givethispromptatry​
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